211 Chapter 11, the Price

Back in time

Hoffa fell silent. Indeed, he knew that wizards in this world had the ability to disrupt the rules of time. In the description of the original book, Harry Potter, fifty years later, used the time-turner in the third grade to save his godfather Sirius.

But reading the story and experiencing the time disorder yourself are two completely different experiences. His backward time far exceeded Harry's backward time, and he went backward for two days, and he didn't use the time converter.

He wanted to ask something more.

But the shoulder was bumped lightly, and when she turned her head to look, Chloe put her head on her shoulder, and suddenly opened her mouth to spit out a puddle of bitterness.

The sudden appearance made Hoffa sick, and he quickly stood up sideways.

"What are you doing!?"

"I can't see."

After speaking, Chloe fell to the ground with pale lips.

"Hey, hello!"

At this time, Hoffa quickly pulled her up, regardless of the surprised eyes of passers-by, but she seemed to be unable to walk anymore.

Touching the other person's forehead, he secretly thought it was bad, this guy probably consumed too much and fell into a symptom similar to hypoglycemia.

Looking at her pale profile, and thinking of her silver-white eyes not long ago, Hoffa couldn't help but shudder. What is the identity of this limp and muddy guy next to him, who actually has such a terrifying ability.

There are thousands of doubts in his heart, but if he wants to get the answer to the question, he must cure this guy first.

Determined, Hoffa put Chloe's arm on his shoulders and planned to take her to a nearby hospital.

But as soon as he took a step, suddenly, there was a tearing pain in his arm, as if someone had cut himself with a box knife.

He quickly rolled up his sleeves.

I saw a finger-sized transparent spot on my wrist. I could see the varicose veins in my body clearly through the spot. I could even see the electric pole across the street through it. When I reached out and touched it, the spots were hard to the touch. It was as if someone had replaced the piece of flesh and bone on his wrist with glass.

"what the hell"

Hoffa looked at the transparent spot on his wrist, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

He put down his sleeves and hugged Chloe horizontally. He strode towards the surrounding hospitals, and within a few steps, Chloe's weakened voice sounded from his arms.

"Don't go to the hospital."

"Not going to the hospital."

"My mother is Jewish, just eat something."

the nun whispered.

Hoffa was awe-inspiring. In the era when the entire population is arresting Jews, sending her to the hospital is no different from pushing her into a fire pit.

He shuts up immediately, then walks away and changes direction. Tiao Xiaolu twisted and twisted. Not long after, he found a coffee shop deep in the alley and carried Chloe into it.

The waitress in the coffee shop was almost dumbfounded when she saw Hoffa running into the shop with a girl who was almost unconscious.

Hoffa found a corner to settle Chloe, and then quickly walked around to the bar.

Waiter: "She"

"Don't ask too much, two cups of caramel cappuccino." Hoffa said.

The corner of the clerk's eyes still lingered suspiciously on Chloe in the corner. Anyway, she still had a bit of professionalism, and quickly made the drink Hoffa needed.

When Hoffa brought the hot drink back, the nun was already leaning on the chair, raving in a daze.

She couldn't hear what Hoffa said. He had no choice but to hold the cup and put the drink near her mouth. Fortunately, she still had some consciousness and could eat independently.

After feeding for a while, Chloe slowly opened her eyes and said weakly, "Thank you."

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in his seat, and his face gradually became dignified: "Aren't you going to explain?"

"Explain what?"

The nun said palely.

"Everything. Explain how I came to this time, for the sake of Merlin's beard, there are two me in this time, then what am I, is all this real or illusory, what is your identity, why those * *Wizards are after you, and."

Huofa spoke very fast and couldn't stop, wishing he could speak hundreds of words in a second.

"Can you let me eat something first?" the nun said weakly and choked Hoffa back.

He got up and came back to the counter, and ordered all the food he could see.

Three minutes later, the waiter at the coffee shop brought up desserts, sherbet, coffee, fruit, fruit torte, and dipping sauce made of chocolate.

Looking at the food, Chloe didn't enjoy it right away.

She folded her hands, closed her eyes, and murmured vainly:

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as in heaven. Give us today our daily bread, forgive Our debt, as we forgive those who have wronged us, do not lead us into temptation

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But deliver us from the wicked one. Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and forever, through ages without end. Amen. Lord have mercy. God Christ, bless the food and drink of your servants, for you are holy and always are, now and forever, through ages of age and age. Amen. "

After saying a lengthy prayer that sounded meaningless, she took the dessert and stuffed it into her mouth. Although she was fast, she looked quite gentle.

Hoffa watched with folded arms as she ate.

After regaining some energy, Chloe asked, "Aren't you either?"

Hoffa: "Your heart is too big to be able to eat like this."

Chloe rolled her eyes, "I'm starving to death, just get used to it."

Out of respect, Hoffa forcibly suppressed his desire to ask questions.

After finally waiting for her to finish eating, Hoffa was about to ask, but Chloe started praying again.

"We thank you, Christ our God, that you have enriched us with the gifts of the world, and cast us not from your kingdom of heaven, just as you appeared to your disciples and gave them peace and salvation Come down to us too, Lord, and save us. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and forever, and for ages to come. Amen."

She repeated some gibberish sentences three times, and it wasn't until Hoffa was scratching his head in anxiety that she slowly ended her prayer and sat up.

"alright?"

Hoffa asked.

Chloe nodded, "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Time-Turner? Do you have one of those things?"

"Time-Turner? What's that? I've never heard of it, it's my gift. I was born to do it.

As she said that, she thought of something, smiled and said: "Let me tell you a joke, when I was a child, my mother even saw two of me in the room, and she was terrified."

silence.

No matter what Hoffa thought, the incident seemed utterly insane.

The time and space of this world does not seem to be as stable as I imagined. And the nun whom she met by chance in front of her actually possessed her own incomprehensible perverted ability, no wonder those evil wizards would look for her like crazy.

Hoffa: "There are only two of you in this time and space?"

"It has nothing to do with you whether you ask something or not. You should take care of yourself."

Chloe sat upright and said, "I have something to remind you, you must go back to your own time."

"if not?"

"Otherwise you will be shattered in this strange time and space."

"Shattered?"

"Is there nothing abnormal about you?"

Hearing what she said, Hoffa's expression changed, and he rolled up his sleeves again. But he found that the transparent area on his arm had grown from a soybean to the size of a palm.

Chloe pointed to Hoffa's arm.

"Time flare. Yours is the paradox of this time and space. The longer you exist in this time, the more irrational your existence will be."

"What's the meaning?"

"Time is like a running train, and everyone's seat on this train is assigned. Someone is at the front, someone is in the middle, and someone is at the back.

For ordinary people, this position cannot be changed casually. If you leave your position for too long, the logical chain that maintains your existence will become more and more fragile. If it exceeds a certain critical value, you will eventually be completely crushed by the inertia of the arrow of time shattered, completely non-existent. "

Hoffa found that he didn't understand what the other party was saying at all. After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand and rolled up Chloe's sleeve.

However, Chloe's arm does not have any transparent spots.

"Why are you all right?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a talent. I will run away with magic power every once in a while. When the magic power goes away, I will randomly move on my timeline. When I recover my magic power, I will naturally go back. "

Hoffa didn't know what to say anymore, after a moment of silence, he said dryly: "You mean if I stay in this time and space, I will die, but you won't die?

"That's pretty much what it means."

As she said that, Chloe actually grinned: "Whatever, I will tell you to stay away from me."

Although decadent for the time being, under the real appearance, Chloe still looks very good-looking when she smiles.

It's just that Hoffa doesn't care to appreciate it now, he can't help but believe what the other party said, and the spots on his wrists that are gradually expanding are reminding him all the time that his body is disintegrating under the chaotic flow of time.

"Then what should I do?"

"go back."

Chloe said briefly: "As long as you return to your normal time, this disintegration will naturally stop."

"How to go back?"

Hoffa asked confusedly. Although he has experienced many crazy adventures, he has no experience with the current situation.

"When I recover my magic power, I will naturally take you back."

Chloe said lightly.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the other party's appearance suddenly became more pleasing to the eye. However, Chloe's next sentence drove him into the abyss.

"But I only have a magic riot about once a month, and it takes at least a week to recover my magic power. With your current disintegration speed, it is impossible to last until I take you back next time."

"What?"

Hoffa, who was sitting on the chair, was so shocked that he almost sprayed his old blood on the other person's face: "Once a month, is this XXX?"

"What is XXX?"

Chloe looked at Hoffa wonderingly: "My aunt is in Birmingham."

"Forget it, how long can my body last?"

"Two days at most."

Chloe sighed: "This kind of disintegration is growing exponentially. You may not be able to do it in a day and a half."

"Two days."

Hoffa looked at his arm: "Do you want to kill or bury?"

"You're kind of funny,"

Chloe shook her head and said: "I have never taken anyone through time and space. In the past, on the eve of my magical runaway, the priests of the monastery would lock me in the room alone. Speaking of which, you were the first to follow me into the chaos of time and space." Flow guy."

"That's an honor," Hoffa said sharply. "I only have forty-eight hours to live before this thing eats me up?"

Chloe shrugged: "Or less."